Very little grinds my gears more than when people rock up to the bar after me and get served first. Cheeky sods with very little to no manners whatsoever :rant:
It used to infuriate me how invisible i became at a bar, even though I'm 6' and hardly a shrinking violet. Those loud oafs wafting notes and the pretty ones always jumped in.
On the other hand I will always stoicly point our who was before me...